Winter Moon Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic thought to realize that a werewolf as tough as Tenny would have hurt feelings. “Tenny, do you ever watch this Meal Network channel?” His question was followed by silence. He imagined that Tenny was trying to figure out where this conversation was headed with such a drastic change of conversation. “Uh, sometimes…” Tenny sounded puzzled. “Who is this tiny little blonde woman on here?” Santiago asked as he watched her adjust an apron around her waist and then smooth her hands down her abdomen and upper legs to press out the wrinkles. He was actually getting turned on while watching a cooking show. Perhaps he was the pathetic one and not Tenny.

The moon hung low in the sky, its silver light casting an ethereal glow over the clearing. It was a waxing gibbous, nearly full, the night thick with anticipation for what was to come. Tomorrow, they would march on Sakura Heiei, a mission to rescue Johnson, Isagani, and the others who had been captured. Alice knew she had to be ready—her powers of vision, psychometry, and telepathy were their key to survival. But controlling them in this era had always been a struggle, and tonight was her last chance to master them before the dangerous mission.

Not entirely. Downstairs, Kieran and Jenson lean against the railing like they own the world, casual as ever, but their sharp eyes miss nothing. "How's it going with the new girl?" Jenson asks, unbuttoning his shirt like the morning is his to command. "Lara's staying. Moonshine doesn't do pack runs," I mutter, rolling the words around in my mouth. "You're joking," Kieran frowns. "That's standard everywhere. Full moons empower every Wolf.

Under the radiant glow of the full moon, Silver Moon Pack members gathered in the heart of their territory, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the Moon Goddess. Alpha Jake, Luna Mara, and the rest of the werewolves stood in a circle, their eyes fixed on the heavens. As the minutes passed, a palpable sense of reverence filled the air.

I fall asleep with the moon spilling silver everywhere, the bond thrumming under my skin, slow and steady like a second heartbeat. Tomorrow, everything starts up again. Lydia’s not finished. The pack’s trust is splintered. My wolf is awake now—hungry, prowling, restless. But tonight? Tonight there’s quiet. There’s warmth. There’s hope, small and bright, flickering inside me like a brand-new flame. Under the silver moon, I’m not alone. Not anymore.

I sat back on my heels and sighed. Melissa looked at Bjorn. “So they’re getting married under the Blue Moon?” she asked. “They said it would be this weekend.” Melissa turned her face up toward the sky, looking at the moon for a moment before she said, “The witch isn’t a wolf. She doesn’t experience mate bonds like we do. But the Blue Moon has special properties that aren’t like most full moons.” I knew that, of course. Perhaps better than most.

I lifted it out with both hands, the weight felt heavier than it should have. We carried it back to the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the bed facing each other. I opened the cover. The pages smelled of old paper and faint herbs. Handwritten script filled the first leaf, elegant loops and sharp angles. My mother’s handwriting. Rowan leaned closer as I turned the pages slowly. The Codex Lunaris. Identification: The Moon Witch bears the mark of three crescents on the inside of her left wrist, visible only under full moonlight. Her eyes flash silver-white when power rises unchecked. Her blood hums with silver light when cut.

Jolie POV 2:47 AM — Full Moon The water breaks with light. Not a slow seep—an explosion of light that floods the room and blazes through the cabin windows and wakes the compound faster than any alarm could. I hear it before I fully process what's happening: the sound of wolves rousing, voices, boots on the path outside. The full moon overhead and the moonfire inside me responding to each other in a way they haven't yet, frequency matching frequency, and somewhere in my chest my daughter announces herself.

It looked like her eye conversation with Zion was done. “Yeah, the moon. He wants to kill the moon.” Jane sighed, looking visibly weak. “Oh fuck!” Michelle sighed, and I turned to look at her. “What is it?” Thane asked. “In the last book I read, the moon signifies all wolf lives, and if the moon is dead, we cease to exist. That's why we are most powerful on the nights of full moons.” Michelle said. “That's why he wants to possess Franklin on the night of a full moon.” Thane said, and the realization hit all of us.

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.